We got a bit of snow last night, just enough make driving a pain in the ass and to require clearing the sidewalks. Accordingly, I decided to take a pass on this morning’s groundpound and, instead, fire up Mr. Snowblower and clear off everyone’s sidewalks and driveways on the block. It was every bit as invigorating as a walk (maybe more so), but with the snowblower blasting in my ears and my concentrating on the task at hand, I didn’t have a chance to ruminate on anything to write about – other than snowblowing. Duh.
Seems like a good time to finish that silly novel I’m reading until it’s time to head over to the Post to hang with the Usual Suspects.
Winter Wonderland, my ass.